I laid beneath a savagery dawn
Beneath the welkin of nymphs and fawns
Above, the flocks are demented in glee
They muted the cries and silenced their pleas
I stood upward on companions and foes
A mountain of bones, deep red overflowed
The forest grew silent, empyrean grey
A cinder reflection, behold, the prey
Striding ablaze on golden wagon
The eight-legged horse pushed forth
Pacing like lightning and thunder
Ulf’s piercing howls lacerated the sky, drip, drip alveolus
Trampled to death, for a thousand-fold
The talon speared forth through plains of gold
“Vagrants, Surrenders, Deceivers and Prey
Heed the choirs of bane, a hymn of dismay”
Heed! Heed!
The sound of silence
Heed! Heed!
The call of Woden, freely roamed in the hunt
Cradling affection, heart-bounded in passion
Prideful retreat turned disgraceful regression
A Jolnir season for cowardly souls
Woden harked, unjust with blindfolded woe
Witness me, my amber heart
Now etched with lovers’ lamenting loss
Let us rejoin in the north of winter
Please take our bones, ‘fore gone black hunters
Heed! Heed!
The sound of deceit
Heed! Heed!
The caws of misery
Let our bodies rejoin in tapestry
Let our souls divide freely
Let us savor this lifeless sojourn
In frozen heart of Niflheim we burn
Let our bodies rejoin in tapestry
Let our souls divide freely
Intertwining in glooming shadows
Decaying in the twilight afterglow
Take to heart this unfair judgement
Oh, craven-born! Oh, fair-blood gallant!
Rapid gates of horns and ivory
Winding the House of Sleep, in trance
Take the path of dream or righteous
Diluted shadows of things once precious
Pathos and Dolor, let open your way
Thee, wayfarer, what’s left to say?
Rape the vestal, rape the clean
Amidst the hunting in day-breaking spring
Grace the fallen with crowns of thorns
Let immortals adore with crowns for none
Blood, fire, death and silence
Flaying for vain and falsified credence
A memory of maiden faded like yesterday
In Eventide awake
Mouth bursting with laughter
Laughing beneath my gallows pole
Biting my lips, let crimson wine bleed
For no masters, for no hunters
